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HYANNIS — With nightly rates of $32 to $35 per person and views of Hyannis Harbor from several of its rooms, the Angeline Crocker Hinckley Hostel has attracted guests from all over the world since it opened in July. They’ve come from Australia, Ireland, Austria, the Czech Republic, Malaysia, and Sardinia.
A SEASIDE CATCH Coming from the Midwest, I am continually shocked by how close together things are in New England. Especially from Boston, distances are short. So although my friend lives two states away in Maine, it was far from difficult to pop up to Portland for a visit. An easy two-hour drive up Interstate 95 or an equally quick ...
WOLFEBORO, N.H. — On a quiet July morning in 1910, Captain Frank Woodsum was steering the steamboat Armenia White into Sunapee Harbor when he blew a whistle to summon the purser.
A world of visionaries
SEATTLE — Think of this city and you think of clouds and rain. But what if you could stay in town and at the same time get out on the links — Pebble Beach, St. Andrews, or Pinehurst?
A murky swim from Alcatraz, a wrong turn in the Golan Heights, a midnight heist in Spain. Misadventures make for travelers’ tales and the often heard: “I’ll never do that again.’’
BERKELEY — “I didn’t like organically grown health food. It just didn’t taste good,’’ says Alice Waters in her office as she plans her restaurant’s 40th birthday. Waters says she was “into cafes and politics and salad after dinner’’ when she opened Chez Panisse in 1971. Her idea was simple, and at the time, not simple at all: to bring ...
Inside the blacksmith shop next to the 18th-century windmill at Drummer Boy Park, a charcoal fire crackles. “Old school,’’ says Peter Hirst, as he cranks up the Civil War-era blower to fan the flames. “The way we did it 200 years ago.’’
WILLIAMSTOWN — “This being a tourist is exhausting,’’ said Bettye Wehrli. And I had to agree.
PETALUMA — This town is still the kind of farmstead place where, on a winding country road just outside the historic area, traffic stops for a hefty wild turkey hustling across the road, head down and red wattle flying.
BUENOS AIRES — I am about to make a dinner reservation, except that I don’t know where I’ll be eating. I’ve been told that once I book a table the location will be revealed. What is certain: I will be eating at one of the “puertas cerradas,’’ or closed-door restaurants, that are the rage here. These quirky, underground “anti-restaurants’’ are ...
WERNER PEAK, Mont. — Getting above it all, staying at a historic fire lookout perched at 6,960 feet on the spine of this mountain, is a fine way to snuff the stresses of life.
LUMMI ISLAND — On the deck, in the sun, with the juice of local prawns dribbling down our chins, my dining partner lets out a discreet little moan. This is the moment I know that Riley Starks is onto a good thing.
NEWBERN, Ala. — I’m standing at the top of a 100-foot birding tower in Perry Lakes Park, the platform at eye level with the tree canopy and overlooking a magnificent topography of oxbow lakes and tupelo and cypress swamp.
SEPT. 17-18 GEORGETOWN, TEXAS
KIAWAH ISLAND, S.C. — Persuading my father to give his golf swing a rest was the easy part. Mastering the basics of the “butt wiggle’’ was another matter.
LAKEVILLE, Conn. — On a sunny Thursday afternoon in June, a black Lincoln Town Car stopped in front of Paul Battaglino’s house, and the insurance adjuster from Wellesley dutifully climbed into the backseat. Battaglino had no clue where the driver was taking him. For his 40th birthday, his wife, Tammy, had packed him a bag and set up a mystery ...
PORTLAND — In the distance, a ferry shuttles passengers to Peaks Island in Casco Bay a few miles from downtown. Below, coffee-carrying Mainers amble along the funky residential streets of Munjoy Hill in the city’s East End. There is a cooling breeze atop the 86-foot high Portland Observatory, but clouds mask the White Mountains far in the northwest.
SCARBOROUGH — The moment I taste a wedge of Deb Hahn’s Noble Hill Reserve at the waterfront farmer’s market in Bath, I am smitten. It’s nutty, smooth, caramel-y, with a slight graininess at the finish. Is it something in the local cows’ milk, the salty air, or the maker’s finesse that makes this cheese so outstanding? It’s time to research ...
Despite the economy, return visitors will find new attractions, accommodations, exhibits, and places to dine this summer. Here is a sampling.
ST. REMY DE PROVENCE — Would I care to spend a few days “en Provence’’ at the home of my friend Mireille Guiliano, author of “French Women Don’t Get Fat,’’ and her husband, Edward? With a last-minute deal on Air France , I booked my ticket. I couldn’t wait.
BOUVERANS — Jean-François Marmier has named each of the 60 cows in his herd, but he still has a favorite. When he yells “allez, allez’’ to summon the girls for the evening milking, Celestine trots in the lead, a heavy bell swinging from her collar.
ORLANDO, Fla. — “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.’’ My niece Erin Sullivan remembers the first sentence of the first Harry Potter book, which she read in second grade. Now, the words tumble out of her as a costumed conductor waves us past a ...
Cape Cod loves a party. Dozens of festivals from summer into fall celebrate beaches, fishing, farming, seafood, the arts, and family fun. Here are 10 of them:
EXETER, N.H. — Live free or die. The state’s simple motto encapsulates its legendary independent streak. Freedom is so deeply venerated in the Granite State that, even though no big Revolutionary War battles were fought on its soil, it’s a natural location for a museum dedicated to the American ideals we celebrate this weekend.
JOHNSTONE STRAIT — We sat on a rocky ledge 15 feet above the water watching the moon rise over Vancouver Island, just 3 miles south across a salty strait. A light haze hung in the air and the mountains stood dark against a twilight sky.
The photo doesn’t do it justice. It’s a mantra that many of us have uttered when showing off our vacation snapshots, perhaps in tribute to the majesty of the subject, but probably more as a wistful lament of our failure to capture its grandeur with our meager skills.
